I don’t care who hears me.
I’d gladly expose my kind for the honor to fuck her mouth.
Pleasure licks up my spine; a fiery trail spreads through every nerve ending. I’m shaking, my balls so fucking heavy, but before I come, I pull out. A string of her saliva connects us, her pouty lips so shiny with it and I hate to break the connection, but I do.
“I’m not coming in your mouth.”
Her tongue traces her bottom lip, catching the drop of spit and my pre-come combined. “I want it.”
“You’ll have an eternity to taste me…” I yank her to her feet and into my chest, my hands encircling her waist “…but I need to feel you wrapped around me. I need to feel your walls clench—squeeze me until I bathe you in my come.”
“Please.” It’s a moan. A desperate plea.
Before she can beg again, I have us on her bed with her thighs cradling my hips. My cock, still wet from her mouth, is at her entrance while her small hole flutters against the head. It’s trying to pull me in deeper; the sensation fucking drives me insane.
“I love you,” I say against her mouth, my body covering hers—skin on skin. “Always and forever.”
“Always and forever.” Our vows. The same words we said the day we married in front of her people and mine, uniting two species through our bond. “Thank you for giving me my life back. For coming back for me.”
My response to those perfect words is to snap my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt. And then, I’m home. The one place in the universe that’s solely mine. My resting place.
I don’t pause for her to adjust. I stole her innocence once before, but this is more.
My chest rumbles, the beast inside me satiated for the first time in a hundred years, and I fuck her like the animal I am. My hands skim her sides from hip to chest and then find their anchor on her shoulders, using them to keep her in place while I drive in and out, riding her hard.
“Theo!” she screams out, her fingernails digging into my back. It stings a bit, but that hint of pain heightens the pleasure. Her hips meet mine through every thrust, wanting more, begging me with each rush of wetness and the purring in her chest to break her. ’ll give her that and so much more.
“What do you need, love? Tell me and it’s yours.”
“Mount me.” No hesitation. No shyness.
“So perfect,” I whisper, licking my mark on her neck before flipping her onto her front. She wants my beast; he’s hers. “Rise up and arms out. Show me what’s mine.”
And she does, lifting onto all fours with her head low and both holes on display.
In one fluid motion, I’m back inside and she clenches hard. Her walls clamp down at the intrusion while her juices run down my cock and balls. And she’s arching, back bowing deep while a scream rends the air, her nails destroying the sheets.
“My King. My love,” she moans, pushing back against me. Her asscheeks bounce, the supple flesh so perky and round. Smack. The sound is loud in the room, but her scream will be heard down the street. Another. And another. She can take it, and by the way she clamps down, I know she loves it.
“You feel so good, pretty girl. Your cunt was made for me.” Another punishing stroke and her body shakes, walls fluttering around me. “Again. Tighten like that again.”
“Please.” Her wail makes me grin, reminds me of all the times I fucked her while people walked the halls outside of my office back in Italy, the castle’s staff trying to make the least noise possible so as to not embarrass her. “I’m so close. I need—”
“Me.” I slam in three times in rapid succession and pause, ignoring her desperate yell. “Tell me you need me.”
“You’re all I’ll ever need. Just you.”
Those words hit me in the chest, my dead heart coming to life and beating for her. For the treasure I’ve been given, have killed for, and I would do it again if we always end here. In each other's arms. Breathing in the other’s exhale because it is what gives us life.
“I will never love another. You are the beginning of life and where it ends.” Then, I’m fucking her like she asked, giving us both the relief we need. My pace is near animalistic, every thrust harder than the last, and her cries are lullabies for me.
Moreover, I’m the man lucky enough to spend the rest of his life worshipping her. Listening to those cries again and again.
Slipping a hand to her front, I cup her neck with my fingers, touching her mark. The simple contact makes her tremble, her body shaking beneath me, and when her walls clamp down on me as she comes, I can’t stop myself from letting go.
Her come and mine mix, the heady scent permeating the air while I continue to stroke in and out, loving how she still meets each thrust. How she tightens and claws at the bed, losing herself to the pleasure only I can give.
But just as soon as one need is satiated, another arises, and I’m prepared for it.
I cannot wait to watch her feed.
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here’s a burning sensation in my throat, this uncomfortable flame that seems to grow hotter and hotter with each passing second. I’ve gone from remembering my life to loving Theo and to now this need—hunger—I’ve never encountered before.
That I don’t know how to address or respond to.
My hand claws at the front of my neck, rubbing at the area, but it’s Theodore’s eyes I’m fighting to focus on. There’s a bit of amusement in them, yet so much understanding. So much love.
“The thirst is always the worst in the first month,” he says calmly, lying down beside me in all his naked glory, his release and mine still drying on his cock. “You need to feed, pretty girl. Once you do, it’ll abate. Not disappear, but it’ll be manageable.”
“Is it always this way?” I ask, taking in the subtle changes from over the last century. He looks tired. Like someone that carried the weight of world on his shoulders and is just now taking a breather. My poor love.
